This one doesn't play around. A proper old-school chatpata churan cranked up with a bold, slow-burning heat that creeps in after the tang and stays for a victory lap. Earthy, spicy, lip-tingling — the kind of flavour that takes you straight back to the thela outside school, hand-drawn paper pudiyas, and that first gasp after a bite. Digestion? Sorted. Nostalgia? Triggered. Tastebuds? Thoroughly awake. Teekha the way teekha was meant to be.